“Who said I want to go back, Kayden?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “I vaguely remember you saying we couldn’t do this.”
“Forget what I said. I want you. I fucking need you to touch me, Kayden.”
I become desperate for his touch as chills race down my spine, and I nearly moan at the gentle feel of his hand gripping my hip. My mind becomes lost to the sensation of his warm fingers digging into my tender flesh, and it’s all I can do to stay upright.
Kayden growls as he leans down, his mouth near centimeters from my ear. “Fuuuck, you smell so good. I want to rip these shorts from your body and fuck you on this table, Dani. I want to worship your body and make you come until you don’t even know who you are anymore. Only then, when you’re so satisfied you can barely hold yourself up, will I slide my cock inside you. Every barbell rubbing along your inner walls as I slowly pound into you, feeling you clench around me.”
Kayden’s a dirty talker and I’m eating it up. The ache between my legs intensifies to the point that it’s almost painful, my pussy clenching around nothing from the picture he paints.
Closing my fist more firmly around his shirt, I pull him just enough that his body brushes against mine. “Kayden, if you don’t do something in the next twenty?—”
“Fuck it.”
It’s the only warning I get before Kayden pulls back from my ear and captures my lips. His tongue teases along the seam of my lips and I eagerly open for him, allowing our tongues toclash. This kiss isn’t sweet—it’s hungry and brutal. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hip, the delicious pain making me gasp. He claims my mouth as my hands move under his shirt, feeling the muscles clench at my touch. I quickly undo his belt and unbutton his jeans, breaking the kiss momentarily to pull his jeans down past his hips.
The outline of his cock has me swallowing in anticipation. I can make out his Jacob’s ladder through his briefs, each rung a bump against the fabric. Kayden hisses as I palm his erection, and his cock twitches beneath my touch.
Before I can move along his length, Kayden pulls his shirt over his head and hooks an arm behind each of my knees, lifting me easily. I wrap my legs around his waist and throw my head back as he licks a scorching path along the column of my throat, stopping over my pulse point and biting down. Without stopping his ministrations, Kayden carries me through the kitchen and into the living room, throwing me down onto the couch. I bounce back on the cushion, looking up at him expectantly.
Heat burns in his gaze as he looks down at me. For a second, a spike of fear stabs my heart and my pulse quickens. Nostrils flaring, Kayden pulls his jeans the rest of the way down and steps out, bending down to pick something out of his pocket. He stands again, flipping open a black knife. Quicker than I can follow, he bends over me, tracing the tip of the knife down my arm, causing my heart to lodge in my throat. My skin breaks out in goosebumps and adrenaline courses through my veins. Kayden would never…
“Are you scared, Dani?” he murmurs, all the color leaving his eyes.
“I should be…” I reply, knowing I’m a fool for not being afraid. If it were anyone but Kayden, I might actually be afraid for my life. I see the darkness inside Kayden, like a second skin he hides beneath, but right now what I feel isn’t fear.
He drags the blade over my exposed stomach and stops just below my belly button.
“I hope you don’t love this shirt too much,” he says, before pulling my shirt taut and cutting it with the blade. My mouth drops open as he gets to my breasts, but he’s careful not to knick me. The knife stops just below my chin as he cuts the fabric away from my body, my breasts pebbling in the cool air.
“You are absolute perfection, I hope you know that.”
My cheeks heat at his compliment as he pulls the shirt off each side of my body. Instinctively I want to hide the scars along my arms, but Kayden is having none of it.
“Don’t you dare hide from me, Dani.”
He pulls my arms apart, running his gaze along each forearm to take in every scar as though I’m actually something to be worshipped. To be cherished.
“What I wouldn’t give to carve my name into your beautiful flesh, Dani. To give you a new scar, one that only makes you think of me…”
I take the time to appreciate his torso as he stands before me, and my eyes land on the numerous scars that dot his own flesh. Some are faint, while some are more pink and fresh. I can tell his tattoos cover a lot of the scars, and my heart aches at all the pain this man must have endured as a child.
“Every scar tells a story, spitfire. Yours are battle scars and proof you’re still here, still fighting.”
There’s a movement in the corner of my eye, and in the next instant, I feel the sharp prick of the blade under my chin as Kayden tilts my head so I’m looking up at him. I feel the gentle caress of the blade move over my cheek, and I tremble with the chill that races down my spine.
“I want to mark you as mine, Dani. Mark you and claim you so everyone knows who you belong to.”
I have no words. My pulse stutters from fear, but underneath it desire—hot and ferocious—pulses. My eyes close as I feel the blade move to my lips. He drags the tip of the knife to my lower lip and my breath catches on an inhale as I feel the blade nick me. My eyes shoot open as I feel a small bead of blood form, but before my tongue can dart out to lick it, Kayden’s lips crash into mine, completely owning me. I let out a breathy moan and pull his hair, our tongues dancing together, the taste of my blood overwhelming my senses.
I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. The man fucking cut me, and instead of running for the hills, my body is quivering for more.
“Kayden, I really fucking need you,” I manage to say as I pull away slightly. Kayden growls and sinks to his knees between my legs, hooking a thumb into each side of my shorts.
“Is this where you need me, Dani?” He doesn’t wait for a response as he rips my shorts and thong down my legs, leaving me in just my black lacy bra on the couch.
The cool air touches my inner thighs and I instinctively push my legs together, but Kayden stops me. The hunger in his gaze makes me tremble as he pushes my legs apart, soaking up the image of my wet pussy fully on display for him.
